Elisabeth's laugh was throaty, and her fingers were already finding secure spots within Sam's hair. Sam the Cylon, not Sam the...whatever he was. Only once did she think of him and then she was pushing him aside and grabbing more of this Sam. "No difference, eh? Think you can prove that love? Because I might need to taste one more time. Just to be absolutely certain." She let her lips brush dangerously close to his, her eyes half closed at this proximity.